Serena had never met an army medic before. They seemed to be a brazen lot. “Name, rank, serial number?” Another smirk. “Bernie Wolfe. Major. Serial number’s not important.” Serena raised an eyebrow, her mouth lifting in surprise. Berenice Wolfe was considered one of the best surgeons in the country, let alone the RAMC. Whilst her own name held weight in certain circles, it was always regarding her administrative prowess rather than her surgical skill. Several doctors in this very hospital would give their right arm to perform surgery with Bernie Wolfe. Serena would readily admit that she was one of them.